Hi guys, sorry for the wait. But, I'm in the middle of my thesis, and I just don't have enough hours in the day. Sorry.
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I know Tesana is acting very un-Vulcan-like, and even though she is half human, she is still not very controlled at times. All will be explained in the next few chapters. Just, give me time. I do have a thesis to write, you know. I will also explain how not too many people knew about her existence. Just give me time.
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Jon knew that what Tesana had just said came as a huge shock to the away team, but at the moment he just didn't care. His daughter was safely ensconced in his arms, and that was all that mattered. He pulled back a little, giving her room to breathe.
"Are you alright?" he asked, checking her for injuries. He just couldn't believe that she wasn't injured.
"Father, father, relax. I am uninjured." she assured him as he made a move to take out his scanner and check her. He was so protective of her, and Tesana's heart warmed at the thought. Her mother and her family barely tolerated her, seeing her as an embarrassment. Her father though showered her with love and attention, as did Uncle Trip. Even Porthos showed more affection towards her than Mother.
"You're sure?" he asked, still not convinced. "I can get Doctor Phlox over here if you think you need him. I..."
"Father, getting a Doctor over here would be a good idea, but not for me. There are two injured crewmembers in there," she told him, indicating to the open door. Jon finally looked past his daughter, and the stunned crewmen. Two Vulcan men half-lying against the back wall of the room.
"Ensign McLachlan, could you please contact Enterprise, and tell them to get Phlox over here with a medical team? We've got two Vulcans with minor injuries, but they need attention."
Jon motioned for the away team to attend the hurt pair, and Tesana followed. She crossed the room to help the older of the two Vulcans.
"It will be alright Tiven," Tesana assured him as she reached him. "These people will help you." She reached out an arm to help him up, but he backed away from her touch, a look of distain on his face. Tesana stood, hurt flashing in her eyes, and called to Malcolm.
"Lieutenant Reed, could you please assist Lieutenant Tiven? I think he would be more comfortable with a male."
"Certainly eh... Miss..." Malcolm was a little lost as to what to call her. She had called the Captain father, but he was still unsure to call her. Did she have a rank? After all, she did serve on a science vessel.
"My name is Tesana Archer." she told him. "You may call me Tessa, as my father does." There was a slight smile on her lips as she told him that, and Malcolm couldn't help but stare at her. She moved with the kind of fluid grace that Malcolm had only ever seen T'Pol exhibit. But, if he looked hard enough, he could see traces of the Captain in her features, especially her eyes. They were full of life, and mischief.
She smiled at him, and moved away to help the other fallen Vulcan, who gratefully accepted her assistance. Malcolm blinked again in shock, then remembering his duty; he bent to help Lieutenant Tiven.
Archer's com chirped, and he flipped it open.
"Archer."
"Sir," Hoshi said, "Doctor Phlox is beaming over with a medical team, but Commander Tucker is insisting on joining them. He spoke with T'Pol, and now he's insisting he accompany the team over."
"It's alright Hoshi. Send them all over." Jon understood Trip's reaction. If he spoke to T'Pol, then he knew that it was Tessa's ship, and was naturally worried about his honourary niece.
The whine of a transporter sounded down the corridor. Phlox and Trip appeared followed by Ensign's Cutler and West who were training as medics.
"Captain," Trip called, running down the hall. "I spoke to T'Pol. Is she..."
He got no further. Tesana turned at the sound of his voice, and shrieked, "Uncle Trip!" and as she ran at him, launching her self into his arms, everyone stopped and stared as their chief engineer swung her around.
"How's my favourite God-daughter?" he teased.
"Uncle Trip, I'm your only God-Daughter, because your sister Alex doesn't trust you not to corrupt her children."
"True, true." Trip replied, ruffling her hair.
"And father thought that since I'm half Vulcan, I stand a better chance of surviving your influence."
"And look how that one turned out," Jon joked, putting an arm around her shoulders. "You get into more trouble than he does!"
"It's not my fault," Tessa objected. "Things just... happen, much to Mother's annoyance."
She stopped, suddenly realizing that they were the focus of attention of the entire room. Jon broke this, by asking Phlox,
"Doctor, is it safe to move them?" Indicating to the two injured Vulcans.
"Yes Captain. There is not much more we can do for them here. I need to get them back to sickbay."
"Alright, Phlox, you take Ensigns Cutler and west and beam back to the ship with your two patients. We'll follow, and I'll be bringing Tessa here in for a checkup right away, alright?"
Phlox nodded in agreement, even as Tesana protested.
"Father, I told you. I am uninjured."
"And I'm telling you that you are getting checked out," Jon countered, grinning at the flash of very un-Vulcan-like fire in her eyes. "That's an order," he told her, before she could argue again.
She crossed her arms over her chest, and pouted, muttering something about him being a dictator, and her not being part of his crew. Jon grinned at the confused and dumb-founded expression on his crew's face, all except for Trip of course. He was just grinning like an idiot.
"What?" Trip asked Malcolm, who was staring at Tessa with his mouth open. "Don't tell me you've never seen a sixteen year old sulk before." (A/N I'm not sure about the aging of half Vulcans, so I'm just assuming that a sixteen year old Vulcan would look the same age as a sixteen year old human. If I'm wrong, I apologize, but I need it to be the same for this fic.)
"I am not sulking," Tessa pouted, before flouncing over to pick up her weapon. "I'm protesting under my breath."
Jon and Trip burst out laughing, and Jon opened his com.
"Archer to Enterprise. We're ready."
The medical team and their patients were beamed up first, then Jon, Tessa and Trip, and followed by the rest of the security team. Jon was greeted at the transporter by T'Pol.
"Captain, I trust all is well?" she asked meaningfully. She knew that if Jon's daughter had been injured or killed in the attack, he would not be smiling so broadly now. In fact, she knew he'd be a mess. He moved slightly to one side, and she saw the object of his smiles. A young Vulcan woman was standing behind him, looking around her in wonder.
"So this is your ship?" she asked. "Mother forbade me from learning anything about it. I tried to look it up on the computer, but she had locked out all information, and even I couldn't break into it."
T'Pol looked surprised at that comment, and Jon grinned again.
"T'Pol, may I introduce my daughter, Tesana Archer. Tessa, this is my first officer, Sub-Commander T'Pol." The two women nodded in acknowledgement of the other's presence, each regarding the other with curiosity. Crewman Turner, who was manning the transporter controls, was staring at the girl in shock. Did the Captain say that it was his daughter? She had pointed ears. His daughter was a Vulcan?
"Sir, I'd better take over the controls before Crewman Turner has a heart attack," Trip said, smirking at the look on the poor crewman's face. Turner flushed deeply at the remark, and turned his attention back to the controls as Jon, Tessa and Trip stepped down off the platform.
"Right, straight to sickbay," Jon said as they started down the corridor.
"But Father, I told you I was uninjured."
"And I said that it wasn't a request, it was an order."
"She is not under your command Captain," T'Pol reminded him, and Tessa threw her a grateful glance.
"Not a Captain's order. A father's order. You're sixteen Tessa, a minor on both Earth and Vulcan. I can make you go to the Doctor."
"Dictator," she grumbled.
"After that, you can go to my quarters. I'm sure Porthos will be pleased to see you."
"Oh, I missed Porthos," Tessa smiled. A passing crewman saw the smile, and the pointed ears, and promptly walked into a wall. Tessa giggled, and that caused him to stumble as he looked back over his shoulder at her.
"Tessa, stop making a shambles of my crew, please? Trip, please escort Tessa to sickbay, and don't let her distract you this time."
"What?" Trip asked, trying and failing to look innocent.
"Well, the last time she was on Earth, I asked you to bring her to the dentist because she broke a tooth and I was working. And where did I find out you had gone afterwards?"
Trip blushed, and Tessa giggled at his discomfort.
"She charmed you into taking her for ice-cream instead."
"Captain that was a long time ago..."
"She was thirteen Trip. And she had you wrapped around her little finger."
"She has me wrapped around her little finger?" Trip argued. "I seem to remember a certain Christmas..."
"Alright, alright," Jon cut him off, blushing lightly. "Tessa, Trip will take you to sickbay. Stay with her, OK Trip? Come and find me after that."
"Where will you be?" she asked, unwilling to be separated again from her father.
"I'll be talking to Admiral Forrest."
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Again, sorry for the wait for this chapter.
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